Maze Runner Gladers Novels & Stories

It was about surviving the firestorm that would follow. That night, under the cover of absolute darkness, the team deployed. The stealth glider cut silently through the sky, wings stretched wide like a hunting bird. Jason, Leah, and Ghost sat shoulder to shoulder. Ghost was still weak from his coma, his body stiff, his breathing shallow. But his eyes burned with the same fire Jason remembered from the battlefield. “You shouldn’t be here,” Jason muttered, strapping himself in tighter. Ghost smirked, though it looked painful. “And let you idiots screw it up without me? Not a chance.”